Not because I am a bitch. (Parse that how you will.) But because it’s the meaning of “Deborah”. It’s a Hebrew name, and the name translates as “bee”.
The more prominent Deborah in the bible seems to have been a kick-ass woman – a prophet and a warrior. I like that. She led the Israelites into battle against the Canaanites.
Mind you, I found this little piece of misogyny in the Wikipedia entry on Deborah:
Though it is not uncommon to read a victory hymn in the Hebrew Bible, the Song of Deborah stands out as unique in that it is a hymn that celebrates a military victory helped by two women: Deborah and Jael. Michael Coogan writes that Jael being a woman “is a further sign that Yahweh ultimately is responsible for the victory: The mighty Canaanite general Siera will be ‘sold’ by the Lord ‘into the hand of a woman’ (Judges 4:9) – the ultimate degradation.”
“Deborah” was a very popular name in the late fifties and sixties. Most of the time when I was at school, there was at least one other Deborah / Debora / Debrah / Debra in my year group, and I share my name with quite a few of my friends. They are all magnificent women. I don’t think the name is given to new babies at all now, ‘though no doubt it will come back into fashion again, perhaps when all of us Deborahs are reaching grandmotherly age.